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saying,
Joel...and frankly, it's insulting."
"Didn't look too insulting while you were
giving Dylan a party in his lap in the truck," he told her
abrasively.
"I rode to dinner with them in the truck,
because my car doesn't do well on the ruts you call a road between
the bunkhouse and here," she grated through her teeth. It was
obvious to him she was at the edge of her control, but he didn't
give a damn. This needed to be said.
"Get this clear...you are not to seduce other
employees. If you need to carry on with someone, do it off of the
ranch," Joel told her without sugarcoating his meaning. "I'm moving
you up to a room in the house...tonight. I don't think it's a good
idea that you stay out in the bunkhouse."
"What if I don't want to stay in the big
house?" she asked tilting her head to the side.
A thunderstorm was brewing in her green eyes,
and Joel ignored it. "Then you can find another job, it's simple as
that," he told her then stood up.
Her curvy little body practically vibrated
with her anger, as Terri stood and pushed words past her tight
lips, her eyes glittering, "Contrary to popular belief, I am not
the town whore who rode in on the last stage coach, Joel. I take
offense to you thinking I am. I haven't done a damned thing to
warrant what you just said to me...it's insulting."
"Just get your stuff together, and have one of
the hands bring it up here...if you can manage that without sitting
on his lap to get here," he said and brushed past her, flicking off
the light as he walked through the doorway.
Joel Rhodes was a smug, judgmental
bastard. He definitely wasn't the charming, but injured man
she'd slept with a year ago. A year ago, he sure hadn't minded
being the first in line for her services. Because she'd given into
the lure of his sad eyes and obvious need for comfort, he thought
she was easy. It was okay for him to have one-night stands, to tell
her she was just a flavor to him, but he evidently judged her by a
different standard.
Terri hadn't had sex in six months or more
before he'd come along. If she hadn't felt sorry for him that night
a year ago, and wanted to help him recover from the sting of his
wife's betrayal, she would never have slept with him
then.
Well, maybe that was taking it a bit far, he
wasn't a charity case. Joel Rhodes was good looking, seemed
charming back then, and her body had definitely been on board with
sleeping with him that night. The signals he'd been sending out to
her had hit all the right notes.
Never again though , she thought and
mentally put a sledgehammer to her internal radar where he was
concerned. The man had just officially ripped his britches with
her. Avoiding him now wasn't what she planned to do. She didn't
have to, because there was no way in hell she would ever sleep with
him again. Wanting him wasn't an issue either, his opinion of her
had just snuffed out any warm and fuzzies she ever had for
him.
Terri didn't sleep with men who thought so
little of her.
She'd move up to the big house with him, but
he better put on his seatbelt, because she was going to make his
life a living hell. He'd need a cold shower every night to get to
sleep. Payback was hell, and Terri Cassidy was about to get her
pound of flesh from Joel Rhodes.
Terri stomped out of the dark room, down the
hall and straight to the front door. Her stomach was sick, she was
sick, so there was no way she could eat now, even if the food was
manna from heaven. She slammed the front door behind her and
stalked off the porch, down the steps and started walking through
the dark night toward the bunkhouse. She'd have all her stuff
packed and ready by the time the cowboys came back from supper,
then she'd get Dylan to help her move up to the big
house.
With every step she made toward the bunkhouse,
her anger ratcheted up a notch. By the time she made it there
twenty minutes later, her eyes were burning and a tsunami of anger
was bottled up inside of her. She held it back until she walked
through
Joel...and frankly, it's insulting."
"Didn't look too insulting while you were
giving Dylan a party in his lap in the truck," he told her
abrasively.
"I rode to dinner with them in the truck,
because my car doesn't do well on the ruts you call a road between
the bunkhouse and here," she grated through her teeth. It was
obvious to him she was at the edge of her control, but he didn't
give a damn. This needed to be said.
"Get this clear...you are not to seduce other
employees. If you need to carry on with someone, do it off of the
ranch," Joel told her without sugarcoating his meaning. "I'm moving
you up to a room in the house...tonight. I don't think it's a good
idea that you stay out in the bunkhouse."
"What if I don't want to stay in the big
house?" she asked tilting her head to the side.
A thunderstorm was brewing in her green eyes,
and Joel ignored it. "Then you can find another job, it's simple as
that," he told her then stood up.
Her curvy little body practically vibrated
with her anger, as Terri stood and pushed words past her tight
lips, her eyes glittering, "Contrary to popular belief, I am not
the town whore who rode in on the last stage coach, Joel. I take
offense to you thinking I am. I haven't done a damned thing to
warrant what you just said to me...it's insulting."
"Just get your stuff together, and have one of
the hands bring it up here...if you can manage that without sitting
on his lap to get here," he said and brushed past her, flicking off
the light as he walked through the doorway.
Joel Rhodes was a smug, judgmental
bastard. He definitely wasn't the charming, but injured man
she'd slept with a year ago. A year ago, he sure hadn't minded
being the first in line for her services. Because she'd given into
the lure of his sad eyes and obvious need for comfort, he thought
she was easy. It was okay for him to have one-night stands, to tell
her she was just a flavor to him, but he evidently judged her by a
different standard.
Terri hadn't had sex in six months or more
before he'd come along. If she hadn't felt sorry for him that night
a year ago, and wanted to help him recover from the sting of his
wife's betrayal, she would never have slept with him
then.
Well, maybe that was taking it a bit far, he
wasn't a charity case. Joel Rhodes was good looking, seemed
charming back then, and her body had definitely been on board with
sleeping with him that night. The signals he'd been sending out to
her had hit all the right notes.
Never again though , she thought and
mentally put a sledgehammer to her internal radar where he was
concerned. The man had just officially ripped his britches with
her. Avoiding him now wasn't what she planned to do. She didn't
have to, because there was no way in hell she would ever sleep with
him again. Wanting him wasn't an issue either, his opinion of her
had just snuffed out any warm and fuzzies she ever had for
him.
Terri didn't sleep with men who thought so
little of her.
She'd move up to the big house with him, but
he better put on his seatbelt, because she was going to make his
life a living hell. He'd need a cold shower every night to get to
sleep. Payback was hell, and Terri Cassidy was about to get her
pound of flesh from Joel Rhodes.
Terri stomped out of the dark room, down the
hall and straight to the front door. Her stomach was sick, she was
sick, so there was no way she could eat now, even if the food was
manna from heaven. She slammed the front door behind her and
stalked off the porch, down the steps and started walking through
the dark night toward the bunkhouse. She'd have all her stuff
packed and ready by the time the cowboys came back from supper,
then she'd get Dylan to help her move up to the big
house.
With every step she made toward the bunkhouse,
her anger ratcheted up a notch. By the time she made it there
twenty minutes later, her eyes were burning and a tsunami of anger
was bottled up inside of her. She held it back until she walked
through
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